119 Hate ( II )

Then, should she help him?

Of course, nothing was free in this world.

She looked at the man in front of her. She had clung to him. Desperately forcing her love upon him until she bled herself dry. Guilt had eaten her alive when she had killed the man that she had tried to love.

Lumielle had become a murderer with her father's grave being the first time she stained her hands red. She hadn't killed someone directly and yet, she had slaughtered him. Now, she looked at Eldrige with nothing. She felt no affection towards him. He had abandoned them, left to suffer. He had gotten a fitting ending, she only wished for him to suffer a bit more.